Qinghui's little face was pressed sideways on the table, and the little face, which was originally a little fleshy, was squeezed like this, looking dull, well-behaved and harmless.

The delicate white and tender little face looked at him as if he couldn't sleep.

Xie Feiran only felt that his fingertips were a little itchy, and the beautiful little boy with scattered hair had not yet sorted out his embarrassment, and when he saw Qinghui at this moment, he subconsciously straightened up, and looked at each other with dark eyes.

Qinghui propped himself up, reacted for a while, and then remembered something, raised his finger and pointed at himself, and said in a sluggish and lazy soft voice, "Qinghui." ”

Then I saw that the other party's eyes lit up instantly.

Are you so happy to know a name?

Qinghui's big eyes blinked quickly a few times, looking at the guy who usually controls himself and the world, but at the moment he has to look at her face and act, there is a subtle - proud?

It always feels like you've won again in a strange place?

And not to mention what kind of immortal Venerable he was originally, just like this, he is only twelve or thirteen years old, and he looks slender and pale, compared to the Lord Spirit Sword, like a child.

It seems that Lord Spirit Sword is more reliable.

Thinking that in the past, the other party would always pat his head and say yes.

Qinghui turned his head sideways, and his small body floated lightly, flying to him in a similar way.

In Xie Feiran's blank eyes, he raised his hand and patted him on the head.

"Good."

Very good.

It's complete.

Oh, by the way, one more thing.

Qinghui originally wanted to fly back to the place just now to continue the action of salted fish paralysis, but turned his head to look at Xie Feiran's somewhat stunned face, and glanced at him, "Cultivate well." ”

After cultivating, he can fight happily, and once again try to beat him and bring him back.

Light coffee: ...... Although I still want to say, give up, it's impossible, but well, my own host has to be coaxed, so of course it's good that she's happy, anyway, the most affected should be...... Mingyue-sama, huh? When I think about it like this, my heart is much more balanced.

After the ruthless talk session, the little girl retreated satisfied.

Seeing that Qinghui was lazy again, he lay back on the table.

Xie Feiran stood stunned for a moment, didn't speak again, and walked quickly into the cabin in the courtyard.

The surroundings were quiet, the sun was warm, Qinghui's eyes were half-squinted and half-closed, and the spiritual power around her eyes was a little shining, and the sunlight crossed a layer of beautiful color.

Qinghui softly shrunk his small body, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and sighed.

When he got closer to listen, he heard Qinghui miss the colorful black that he couldn't carry with him for the time being.

Thinking about it, I thought about it and wanted to be irritable, I looked up irritably, and knocked on the sword body of this plane with a little dissatisfaction.

What about the colorful black that she was thinking about??

Why is it still this color?

Not happy.

Asaka was silent for a moment, then quietly shrank aside, deciding not to provoke his daily irritable Lord Qinghui.

***

At this moment, the black-haired young man raised his hand to tie up his scattered black hair with a coarse cloth, raised his snow-white fingertips, ripped off his collar, and changed his clothes.

It's just tugging, but Xie Feiran's movements are slight.

Finally, he slowly raised his hand and touched the top of his hair.

In fact, Qinghui is a translucent virtual body, and the two have no contract, so they won't feel anything when they meet.

However, the corners of the lips were not pursed, and a shallow arc was outlined.